All Rileyed Up

The Boy and Little No Limit participated in yet another birthday-party-with-pinata event. I told them we were going to a birthday party and the moment we arrived, The Boy said hello to the host mother and then followed jos greeting up with “Do you have a pinata?” Way to make me look good, son (because we all know that his behavior at a birthday party is ultimately about me).

So the pinata was good. It was a pony. It put up a strong fight:

It used to be vertical.

What, my legs? Only a flesh wound.

It reminds me of another party we attended where there was a Sponge Bob pinata that took two complete rounds of beatings without breaking a sweat (or tear, as the case may be) when the host father turned to me and muttered, “Sponge Bob’s putting up quite a fight — next time we’ll have to get Patrick.”

Hefty Hefty Hefty

Wimpy Wimpy Wimpy

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh, you haven’t lived until you’re making jokes that reference your kids’ television shows.

So, anyways… back to the pinata at hand. The pony put up a magnificent display of what the psychiatric world might call internalizing, but it finally let all that emotional candy go when the final hit landed — a hit that landed just so diagonally while coming at it from just so the right angle (dear dear, I feel a math word problem coming on… someone stop me before the train leaving one station 45 mph and the train leaving another at 55 mph collide).

As with all pinata experiences, the kids are never *fully* satisfied. They’re always looking for more candy. Honestly, they could have three grocery bags full of candy and still be rooting through the weeds, shrubs, and dirt with the hopes of finding additional and overlooked pieces of candy. In this party’s case, The Boy conducted his post-pinata surveillance, and after determining that the number of remaining candies was C minus 0, immediately took notice of Little No Limit’s bag. He examined it over a length of time, then very slyly smiled at Little No Limit with her Kindergarten mind, and said the following:

“Hey, want to play subtraction?”

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In other news, I just met with his teacher for parent-teacher conferences. She mentioned he has the basics of addition and still needs help with subtraction.

Mmm hmmm.

Or perhaps just more incentive.